Well, I just got home from doing a bachelor party. It was pretty fun, I guess, and I made good money. I did feel pretty smug walking past the Penthouse club to the parking garage with my bulging pocket of cash, thinking of all the girls who are still at working hustling when my night is coming to an end and it's not even midnight. Then I felt a pang of guilt for not going into a club. If I was a super stripper, I would've hit the club and done a shift even after the bachelor party. I mean, ...
I am on a seemingly never-ending quest for the perfect club. The club that has the consistent, good money of Visions. The strict no-touching policy of Club Eden. The friendly, down-to-earth girls of the Ship's Wheel. The luxurious atmosphere of Scores. Basically, if I could combine the best points of all the clubs at which I've worked, I'd have my dream club. The thing is, I think I've identified my dream club as Penthouse. Everyone I've talked to says the money and management ...